Talking with Serial Killers, by Christopher Berry-Dee, was a really good book, and I’m slightly ashamed to say that i really enjoyed reading it.
It was shocking, to read about their methods of murder, but also how some killers don’t even remember the lives that they took.
It’s sad to hear their disrupted and abusive childhoods that corrupted them.
It’s funny. I felt that pity for them. They committed so many murders, considered by the majority as monsters, yet hearing their childhoods and realizing that they are not just to blame really made me think. Their abusers, future partners are also the blame in a way.
I don’t know, it’s sort of messed with my mind.